"Aaargh!!"
His arm shattered, Liu Wujiu let out an utterly agonized scream as the impact sent him flying backward.
But Jiang Bei gave him no chance to catch his breath. He stamped down on the void and closed in, clenching his left hand into a fist. Emperor Flame surged like a tide over his knuckles as he drove a punch toward Liu Wujiu's chest!
Bang!!!
Another tremendous crash rang out. The punch struck Liu Wujiu square in the chest, sending him plummeting from the sky like a meteor to smash into the ground below.
The ground shook violently. Broken stones flew, dust billowed into the sky, and an enormous crater formed.
At the bottom of the crater, Liu Wujiu lay sprawled among the rubble, his chest caved in. Blood poured incessantly from his mouth and nose, and only half a mangled stump remained of his shattered arm. He was already at death's door, without even the strength to struggle.
Victory in a single strike!
An utterly crushing defeat!
The Purple Baleful Sect's elders and deacons cried out in unison at the sight. "Sect Master!"
Dozens of figures immediately rushed toward the crater and carefully lifted Liu Wujiu out of the rubble.
Lu Qingxuan had also been charging toward Jiang Bei, but after seeing the dying Liu Wujiu at the bottom of the distant crater, as well as Wu Qian and He Zhentian, he forcibly halted his advance. "Liu Wujiu was defeated just like that? He couldn't even fight back? And He Zhentian and Wu Qian—one was knocked flying and the other forced back in a head-on clash. Two all-out attacks from main god realm major refinement cultivators couldn't even scratch him? Just... how powerful is this brat?"
In the distance, Liu Wujiu lay in a Purple Baleful Sect elder's arms,